What if there is no ‘destination’

I used to think that fitness had a ‘destination’

that one day, I would figure it all out.

That it would get ‘easier’ or maybe even so easy that I would stop doing it? Not sure where that logic came in?

But it wasn’t until I started working at the skilled nursing facility that my mindset shifted.

I worked with 80, 90 and 100 years old folks, helping them get stronger, more flexible and keep (or get) their endurace up.

“this never ends” I thought. I am going to have to keep doing this until I die- and maybe- maybe i’ll never ‘have it figured out’

It felt like an expectation that I had let go of, and I wish I could say that once I realized that my whole world just shifted and landed into orbit.

But it wasn’t that either, it was just another person, walking along a path in the woods to make it more of a path.

Maybe even one day it would be a road, where cars would eventually drive on? But I won’t worry about that now, for now it’s a wonderful reminder that there is no ‘destination’ in fitness, there is no “EUREKA! I’ve got it!” moment, there’s just a perpetual showing up, messing up and figuring it out along the way.